maybe the fact
that i wake up longing to die
is evolution.
maybe this global necessity to
inhale and
throw your self
off a bridge
is an implanted
sorrow
by the crept in roots of
natural selection.
because the earth is heavy with man
and man made
stuff
frilly and scattered
on it's burrid surfaces
no longer do
the plastids of chlorophyl
burst
the earth
enraged
punches within you
death
you grow
heavy with lament
let go of your body
decay and decompose
into stuff of
the ground
little bits of
damp
dirt
less you
less man
more earth
and stability
and homeostasis.
evolution.
things like
'global quiet grace
and peaceful stillness'
is almost built
on cruelty.
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